โหลดเพลง mp3 Let It Out (Clean Album Version) - Jim Jones

Let It Out - Staple
see see they actin like us,
comin up dormetive forcin us to go outside
and take a hellav risk to make some money,
so to the media we look like savages,
but for us its a way of life,
you see it started with sneakersbut
then it got much deeper
you see the money is like an infection,
they told me lead by example
least get a chance to,
if yall get some money
count g's by the hand full,
use to sell work cop keys gave samples,
now i'm laughin at the skeezers
i ran thru shut the club down with my team bring
them lam's thru, we cop car's that them chicks dig,
we go on tour's like were big kids,
i drop a million on a home and they still call'em big cribs,
12 thous 4 liter engine when ever
we step out it was the moral we were spendin,
ghetto foolers feds want to do us,
they lookin for the trail
if they catch us they'll lose us,
fuck the blue & white
so i sped by the cruiser middle finger to'em,
he told me he was foolin let my lil nigga
chew'em put'em in their place use to cop rising
push'em like a waist, westside car pool
push'em to the face 86 86
push'em to the eight (choris)
school of hard knocks cramin for the test
use to do them blocks hand on my vest
now i cruise thru the lot witch handle is the best,
choose the hard top hundred gran
no stress chew'd up watch van dvs,
ice time ticker choke a bitch out tell you
how i'm liquor drink fine liquor on a quite night
you can hear the crime whisper,
time's that i miss you premature thinkin breathin
thou i'm drinkin comin up fast we were on delinquent
down at the district freezin
all the trinklet's never indistinctive,
shit wait get a break, wait get a taste your lovin more

push'em to the face 86 86 push'em to the eight you like them finer things,
dispite the miner things that
get you rap up you wind up in the bing,
caught with that white girl that pretty
china thing uh girl best friend is my pretty
diamond ring freded up medallion six foot stallion big body
dimes full body wine kush fill'd cigars pushin up hard i
told them keep the ceillin now im lookin up to god
the sun rise in new york the sun sat
at rosoe's i'm on the 110 dip and watch
for the cops role, for the jackets
i get the gun lock & load westside young copo
uh oh ghetto birds flyin money worth everthing,
it never worth dyin i aint lyin
it's not a game how we ghetto concerts,
ask about me in the east they'll
tell you i'm a monster.